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4 Elements to Loving You

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Water

 Overflowing gallantry,

I sip on your wisdom,

 tasting your sixth sense,

 swallowing your energy;

 Hoping to digest reasoning,

 and release all animosity.

 

 Air

Spirits as subtle as winds, you are here with me.

Everywhere — I embrace the breeze captivated with your presence.

Throughout mountains, across seas…

Inside me, surrounding trees

I feel blessed

 whenever I wake up and am allowed to breath.

 

Fire

 Burn all threads of the elapsed time without one another.

Ignite the flames of our intellect,

The luminosity of your warmth brought to me,

in a dream asleep or in an awakened daze of the day.

My heart-burns,

Why isn’t the joy consecutive in some of these aches?

 The only time I’d wish for winter.

 Who’d thought rain drops could feel so soothing during the irritation.

 

Earth

 Whom revolves around whom?

We coexist tho we have morphed into one being.

Have the desire to cherish my heart, as you do the memories stored in your brain.

 Rest your hand upon my chest to make sure there is always feeling.

 Embrace our relationship with arms of understanding.

 Fill the seas with our tears…

 Fill the desert with our the dirt of our disagreement.

Create

Life.

 

Revolve Emotions

Rekindle Flames

Relinquish Fears

 as I rehabilitate your feelings towards Love.

 

-Leighrick

Good Bye to the Marvins

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Knock, Knock

 “Who goes there?”

 Marvin!

I ask, “Marvin who?“, and then the knocking stops…

 I ask, “Is this the same Marvin, who spent his days locked up in that room where everything happened?”

 [Yes]

He’s calling me:

Intoxicated with Regret and High off Pride?

Dressed head to toe in the suit of persuasion with selfish fragrance.

A man sick, because of his cold heart.

A man who lacks guidance, empty, because he lacks soul..

[Yes]

The one who intrudes up my phone, begging and pleading me?

Disrespecting, the man I maybe with, someone I had hoped for him to be.

Now longing to be reacquainted, because I shortened our relationship and ceased all communication.

[Yes]

The one who blinded me?

The reason I am no longer able to look into his eyes, and realize potential.

I only see who you are now.

The true intentions in the eyes of this individual.

I am peeping through this peephole, with the eyes of the people.

Everyone who claims to have known “Love“, heard the bells ringing,

they saw the white fences, gowns, and pictured bands around their fingers.

Until they heard the church bells, and instead knocking on the door, God knocked the walls down.

Reminding you, that you can answer the call and respond to his messages,

but keep in mind he has the wrong message in the texts he’s sent —

You know you accidentally ignore the call, knowing he’s to prideful to apologize,

but the silence of his emotions will leave that voicemail.

And it continues…

[Marvin’s at the door yelling]

“Fuck that new dude that you love so bad!”

 [I’m yelling back]

“Fuck you too, for not realizing what you had!“

 [Marvin Yells]

“I know you still think about the times we had!”

 [I open the door]

Exactly baby that’s the point, had as in the past.

You are now just a memory…

I’ve put you behind the glass, reminding myself to cherish the experience, but never relive the misery.

I’ve relieved myself of thoughts that you could ever change & will never be honest with yourself nor I.

[Slams the door]

“Now go back to those females, that play your game.“

 [Knock, Knock]

“Who is it?”

[Marvin]: “I’m just saying you could do better — tell me have you heard that lately?“

[Me]: To answer your question, yes people have BEEN telling, I can do better…

And I know you’ve been hearing that from other females regularly.

You fell into it.

I haven’t tried —

I’m not able end something I once put my all in, and move onto something new, rejuvenated.

And although I haven’t decided to do better,

the door of opportunity is locked.

So now you can sit and continue your addiction of looking at random broads naked pictures, and talking about how you almost had me fooled.

But I’m glad you came knocking on my door; I finally peeped my head through the hole you were digging me.

Otherwise I would never be able to climb out and brush the dirt from those feelings off my chest,

And the saying: “The grass is greener on the other side“….

Might mean a lot more to you.

You can keep my heart and that tag around your neck as a memorandum of the things you’ve sacrificed for less.

With that said,

Let us have a toast for the Marvins,

and I say

GoodBYE to the Marvins.

-Leighrick

When It Hurts So Bad

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Instill your strength in me.

 

Retell your history through your eyes.

 

Whisper your power of forgiveness.

 

 

 

When it hurts so bad,

 

Embrace me.

 

 

 

Holding your hand I feel your vibrant soul.

 

Your minds working against time —

 

And my words are fighting the same battle.

 

Allow me to be your shield in this imaginary war.

 

Share with me the freedom of releasing our pains through tears.

 

 

 

When it hurts so bad,

 

Embrace me.

 

 

 

Lauryn said it the best, “what you want might make you cry”

 

 

 

When it hurts so bad.

 

It feels so good.

 

 

 

I love you.

 

 

 

Why does it feel so good, when it hurts so bad?

 

 

 

Your smile numbs my thoughts.

 

Your laughter hinders any regrets.

 

 

 

Instill your strength in me and I’ll stand strong.

 

Your eyes tell stories non-revealed.

 

 

 

When it hurts so bad,

 

Embrace me.

 

 

 

As much as I’m not there beside you.

 

I place my hand upon your heart and remember the warmth.

 

History speaks although your words remain silent.

 

 

 

When it hurts so bad,

 

Embrace me.

 

 

 

You are my everything,

 

my heart beats differently,

 

thoughts of you replace my animosity.

 

 

 

When it hurts,

 

Who will I embrace?

 

When your not here ?

 

 

 

I Love You.

 

 

 

-Leighrick

An Ode to Roller Coasters

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Please excuse me if it seems like I’m just going through the motions.

It’s just I never rode this roller-coaster.

this is my first time and I’m so full of emotions.

I’ve been through so many loops, being upside down was normal to me.

The pain of heart dropping into my stomach, has never been attended to.

But with you, this ride is different, its a natural high without a

destination, unless its towards everlasting ecstasy.

Some think they’re at the top and that’s when their carts get stuck.

Then they drop unexpectedly yet it was secretly anticipated.

Even still, this roller-coaster has been shaky.

My heart is finally tied down, security.

However, this bliss might just be my mind playing tricks on me.

Because unlike like the others on this ride,

I don’t scream.

 

-Leighrick

Devils Food Cake : Opposite Day

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I don’t touch that bottle

my father’s finger prints are permanent,

Sometimes he’d mistake my neck for a bottle.

 

They say the Skyy is the limit,

but he didn’t think that was enough.

Blood brothers with Jack,

Intoxicated visions of him being Daniel

In a lions den, I remember vividly

as he got up from his throne, and slammed the door

Lying telling me he’d be right back.

 

Every attempt my mother took to turn her back

He’d whip it.

Repeatedly, Repeatedly, Repeatedly

Cries like a broken record,

Broken heart

Broken ribs

No Protection.

And

he’d leave with a satisfied appetite of affection.

 

We had covered all mirrors in the house,

Bruised pride

Swollen eyes

and a transparent reflection.

 

We were only dependents

with no sense of declaration.

Longing to be rescued,

but cowardly courage was always a distraction.

No ends to support our means.

No knowledge of definitions,

 

Love was pain

and Love was what we longed for,

so our only option was to remain.

 

He was raping our personalities.

We were no longer people,

but soon to be fatalities.

 

And we were.

 

 

On the anniversary of my birth,

he turned the station wagon into a hearse,

and while he was driving,

he was trying to decipher his reality from his wishes

and as the vehicle  was swerving,

I threw up regret, and —

 

 

I woke up.

At last, the truth was revealed

the world was finally upside down,

like I had always thought it’d been.

 

I remember rounds of hollow tips

were fired into the vacancy of my chest,

but in my dream I had mistaken the sound of my mothers screams for bullets.

 

 

On the anniversary of my birth…

My father killed my Mother,

My mother gave birth to my baby Brother,

and God taught him how to fly,

before my father stripped him of his wings.

 

So when I woke up,

My father presented me with an upside down cake,

and with out saying any words,

he looked me deep past my eyelids,

wiped my eyes,

and said ‘Happy Birthday’.

 

 

There is no limit to Skyy,

No better friends than E&J,

No Better Amo than Yeager-bombs,

and

No better Freedom than Death.

 

–Leighrick©

Psalms 91

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This Morning…

This Morning I awoke from a Dream, petrified.

I was sitting in a pew, and was whisked away blindfolded.

This Morning…

This Morning I awoke from that Dream, petrified.

I rose from my slumber, exhausted, confused, and intimidated.

Trying to leave my bed, but it has turned into a swamp.

Drenched in emotions and adrenaline, I drown.

This Afternoon…

This Afternoon I awoke, and gave truth to the meaning :

“Sleep is the cousin of Death”

I took the leap of faith out of my bed, praying that these wooden floors wouldn’t turn to quick sand.

I calm myself.

I make myself breakfast for the first time in weeks,

because my brain was suffering from malnutrition.

Not your cliche Food for thought,

but more like the last taste of food before an execution.

I ate.

Today I woke up with a foreign feeling.

It seemed as though God was making a Long Distance phone call to me,

and some how it got intercepted and misinterpreted,

I disconnected myself for all communication, and left the phone off the hook.

Figuring if I silence all my problems, these alien feelings will go back to their homeland of seclusion,

and leave me the hell alone.

Only,

My dream became real.

This feelings blinded me with the mirror of my reflection, and like a stork,

they carried me in their mouths and delivered me to the doorsteps of my conflict.

The issues that birthed this misguided monstrosity,

looked down on me,

but like a baby I couldn’t comprehend why I have been apprehended from my tranquility,

a place in which I call home.

While present in physicality, yet idle in mind —

The television was no longer poising my mind, but replenishing my conscience.

On this journey to meet the problems that created me,

I discover understanding.

Something so simple as washing the dishes,

gave knowledge that the things most overlooked consume the biggest life lessons.

I stand up and stop kneeling down to these mistakes.

I need to regain balance; as the stork was delivering me back to my dormant mind,

it dropped in me a body of water.

This afternoon….

I awoke leaning up against a wall,

drenched in water, I was cleansing myself of low self-esteem.

As I cleansed my self with a black soaped dove, I felt purity again,

as regret stormed down the drain.

Finished,

The towel, like my love ones soaked up any disbelief of their love for me.

I am clean.

I rest.

For tonight…

Tonight,

The sun is my kiss goodnight.

The birds are my lullaby.

I thought I shut all doors and windows,

but stealthier than the I air breathe,

Insomnia crept up on me and suffocated my pillow with my thoughts.

Wrapped with a blanket of restlessness,

The birds continually ease my soul in to slumber,

and as I fade, the Sun gently kisses my forehead,

My deprivation tucks me in, and I sleep…like a baby,

Until a couple of hours pass, and I wake up again

I look out the window, and the Sun has been screaming —

I am trying to restore the balance in my life; however right now,

Sleep is not Kin to me; therefore, we’ve become unfamiliar faces.

I just wish these thought clouds of anticipation would precipitate patience.

But,

I cannot just sit around under this umbrella, and wait for dreams to come true.

So,

I will reacquaint myself with sleep,

extract love from my dreams,

and deliver myself success

Beautiful Struggle.

Because the truth is, it doesn’t really matter who I used to be.

Its all about who Ive become. 

Next time I will be sure to put my phone on vibrate.

-Leighrick

Gem-In-Eye

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I wrote this exactly 3 years ago 6/10/10 for my little sister when she was a Freshman and I was a Senior in H.S. Once a teammate always family…. On June 10th, 2013 — she turned 18 years old, has gone to prom, graduated high school, and is now going off to college. My…how time flies! I love you Lil Mama!

For Dominique,

When I look in the mirror I see you.
June is the month…twins are the symbol.
You are my kindness when I’m angry.
The smile to my frown.
The understanding of my peculiarity.

The soundtrack of your laughter drowns out all my sorrows,
And if it wasn’t for you, I’d barely be able to look forward to tomorrow.

We favor Big Heads, Small Eyes, Light-Brown Skin, and Deep hearts.

Your are the mini me, from our first conversation I felt you were long lost kin to me.

I look deeper into the mirror and I see more of you.
I see the Gym-In-Eye… And I’ve tried to make some sense of 15 but sometimes I just end up a nickle short.

My twin minus 10…plus 4…equals 14.

The frame for this mirror cannot uphold this much innocence.
I check my outfit and today..I want to wear my heart on my sleeve, so today when everyone reads my shirt it’ll read, “Dominique”

As I put my hand up to touch the mirror…I gaze into the warmth of the brown.
And this I see a Gem-In-[my]Eye.

Last night I dreamed a stork delivered you to the house I call a gym.
Your basket was made of orange leather, your pillow comforts your strength, I unravel your blanket of confidence, and change your diaper because it has absorbed all of your weakness. I dress you with a shirt that reads, “teach me“. Your first steps were you driving, and your first words were good game, and many times I’ve seen you destroy all odds that were against you.

I’ve comforted you when you cried about being in the middle, which is a sign you’ll make it top the top. With your head held high, determination of your heart, the guidance of your mind, and eyes locked on your destination.

But then,I sat with you in the middle of the court, holding you in my arms. I watched you sleep…exhaling your doubts and worries, and inhaling your humility.

Around you is where I can always find the peace in me, and discover a piece of me…You.

I wrote you this poem, so like a mirror when you look into it your able to see me even when I’m not present.
I’ve given you this gift; however, this is not a poem, but a mirror.

So when you look into the words you see your pupils.
And when you look deeper you’ll see your pupils just as I see you when I look through the mirror.

Hopefully when you read this you can hear me laugh when your down, see me dancing the days you’re feeling worn out, and hear me go “Who Cares?” when that special times comes around.

And to end this poem, I take one last look in the mirror, and focus on my eye and every time I do..I’ll see not a diamond, nor a pearl, or a ruby, I just see you my Gem-In-Eye.

Love Always,

–Leighrick